Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.